My lids are looking down but I am really looking up.

I have a sister. Being older she has held the place of someone I look up to even though she is shorter than I.  She has a way of just showing up with bags. These bags always contain what I need.

She made me a gourmet meal in my kitchen. Anything with shrimp and lemons is gourmet for me. Fresh kale salad. Avocados and tart green apples. Flavor doused broccolini. Healthy. Organic. Tasty.

She sent her juicer over with strict instructions on how and what to feed me so my bowels would move.

She came and redressed my surgery wound  because it was bunching up and causing pain.

She showed up at the ER and taught me how to use a bedpan.

She coached me on the use of crutches and later my walker. Staying mobile will minimize risk of blood clots.

She sent me text messages to eat yogurt and prunes to keep my bowels moving.

She paused for a moment while preparing a meal  in my kitchen. While I ranted, she gave me one of her signature looks and shrugged. Then returned to the task at hand. She showed me how to let-it-go-and-move-on.

Everyone needs a big sister.